Growing up I was very active. I loved participating in sports.
Three sports a year active all the way through high school.
Swimming competitively was my favorite, but I enjoyed softball and soccer, as well.
One thing I tried but hated? Track.
I always joked that I wasn't a runner...that I would only run if I was being chased.
Truth is, I didn't like to run because I had asthma and running aggravated it.
Thankfully, I grew out of my asthma eventually.
I graduated from college and started working.
Exercise fell to the wayside.
I met M., fell in love, and accepted his proposal. We got married, had Miss O. and continued to try and expand our family. Exercise wasn't important, because I could always say, "Oh, well, I'll be pregnant soon".
Except, I kept getting pregnant, but losing my babies way too soon.
It's really hard to want to exercise, to be healthy, when you can't get past the pain your body is putting you through.
BUT, I did get through secondary infertility hell. With the birth of the twins, I made it to the other side.
Now that they are two, I decided it was time to get healthy.
Time for a change.
Like I mentioned a few weeks ago, I started taking a running class at our local Y. I've been surprised that I'm actually enjoying it. I haven't wanted to quit, either.
You guys, tonight I ran for 27 minutes!
Granted, it was walk 1 minute, run for 9 minutes...repeat two more times....but I did it!
And it felt good...I might just be a runner after all.